Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 279 Lime Zhao Ping is a fellow villager

The old lady is still in deep thought, only to hear a questioning voice from the door, "What's the matter outside the old lady's door? This place is a mess."

When he entered the door and saw Murong Jingxue, his face was a bit unnatural, obviously he didn't expect that Murong Jingxue would be there too.

"Yo, Jing'er is here too!"

The person who came was none other than the second aunt of Xiangfu, Zhao Ping.

Murong Jingxue got up and turned toward Zhao Ping, "I've seen Aunt Zhao."

Zhao Ping quickly helped Jingxue up, "It's okay, they're all from my family, so don't be so polite."

"Thank you, Auntie." Jingxue smiled and sat down on the low stool.

"Zhao Ping greets the old lady!" Zhao Ping bowed to the old lady.

The old lady waved her hand, "Excuse me, you will be the same as Jing'er in the future, you don't need to salute when you see me."

Zhao Ping nodded, and brought a cup of soup from the hand of the girl who was with her, opened the lid, and the aroma was tangy.

"Old lady, this is the soup I made specially for you, please try it." After speaking, he picked up a small bowl, scooped out part of the soup from the cup, and brought it to the old lady.

The old lady put down the Buddhist beads in her hand and took Aunt Zhao's soup, "It smells so good!"

"Old lady, drink it while it's hot." Zhao Ping said softly after blowing.

The old lady picked up the spoon and stirred it gently, took a small sip, narrowed her eyes and said, "It tastes really good, your craftsmanship is getting better and better."

Zhao Ping smiled when she heard the words, "It's good that the old lady likes it."

Murong Jingxue smiled, and approached the soup, "Aunt Zhao's soup is really fragrant, smelling it really whets the appetite."

Zhao Ping smiled even more happily, and lightly moved her lotus steps to stand in front of Murong Jingxue, "Jinger is too much, but it's a pity, this soup is specially for the old lady's body, otherwise, Jingxue can also taste it smell."

Zhao Ping's body blocked Murong Jingxue's probing eyes, which made Murong Jingxue even more suspicious of this soup.

"Oh? Really?" Murong Jingxue walked slowly in front of the old lady, glanced at the dark bowl of soup, and asked softly, "Then I would like to ask Aunt Zhao, what is added in this soup? What kind of things did you do? Tell Jingxue a lot, so that Jingxue can learn more."

Zhao Ping pulled Jingxue to sit on the low stool opposite the old lady, and smiled, "This is a special product from my hometown, plus a few medicinal herbs."

"Oh, that's right. How dare you ask where Aunt Zhao is from?"

"Songshan people."

"Songshan?" Murong Jingxue pretended to be surprised, and looked sideways at Qing Ning, "What a coincidence, my girl Qing Ning also belongs to Songshan."

When Zhao Ping heard this, the smile froze on her face.

"Qing Ning, you and Aunt Zhao are from the same hometown." Murong Jingxue said happily to Qing Ning.

Qing Ning smiled and nodded, and said to Aunt Zhao, "I don't know which village Aunt Zhao is from?"

Zhao Ping lowered her head, was silent for ten seconds, and said in a low voice, "I'm from Shangshi Village."

When Qing Ning heard this, she was surprised and said, "What a coincidence, I am also from Shangshi Village." As soon as the words finished, she frowned and asked in doubt, "It's just that everyone in Shangshi Village is named Li, and you've never heard of someone named Zhao?"

She had just returned from Shangshi Village some time ago, and the entire village was surnamed Li, and there was no villager surnamed Zhao at all. She also inquired about their village, and there was no one named Zhao Ping at all.

Zhao Ping's face changed slightly when she heard the words, she pursed her lips and said, "You are right, in the past, only our family was named Zhao in Shangshi Village, and after our family moved to the capital, naturally there was no one surnamed Zhao in Shangshi Village. gone."

(End of this chapter)